Saturday, July 23, 2011

HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! I NEED HELP! PLEASE HELP ZUMA DOGG! HELP! HELP! HELP!

HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP! I NEED HELP! PLEASE HELP ZUMA DOGG! HELP! HELP! HELP!

I NEED HELP, RIGHT NOW. PLEASE CALL NOW. GET THE FUCK OVER HERE. I NEED FUCKING HELP, NOW. Pretend you just heard I died, today, and think what you would have done if you could have prevented it. YOU CAN! YOU CAN CALL ME NOW, AND SAY YOU WILL FUCKING HELP! I CAN PAY YOU BACK $800, THIS WEEK, WHEN MY CHECK GETS HERE...BUT NOT IF I DROP DEAD, TODAY! NOT A JOKE. GET ON PHONE NOW. CALL..GET OVER HERE! IF YOU ARE READING THIS, DO NOT EXPECT OR WAIT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO HELP. THIS IS AS DESPERATE OF A MESSAGE AS I CAN POSSIBLY EXPRESS. POLICE HAVE SHOWED UP AT MY APARTMENT, TWICE THIS WEEK. THEY AIN'T GONNA LIKE THIS EITHER, BUT I NEED YOU TO KNOW IF YOU ARE READING THIS: IF YOU READ THIS, NOW, AND HEAR I DIED OF A HEART ATTACK, LATER -- REMEMBER THIS POST. YOU READ IT AND DIDN'T HELP! GOD DAMN IT DO I HAVE AN EMPTY, ISOLATED LIFE. NOT A FUCKING PERSON IN THE CITY WHO RESPONDS TO THE MOST DESPERATE PLEA OF MY LIFE. I AM TELLING YOU, YOU ARE GOING TO BE VERY REGRETFUL, SOON, I FEAR!